#doth

The higher the sun ariseth, the less shadow doth he cast; even so the greater is the goodness, the less doth it covet praise; yet cannot avoid its rewards in honours. ↗

— Lao Tzu

#cannot #cast #covet #doth #even

Now for my own case, I bless the Lord that, for all that hath been said of me, my conscience doth not condemn me. I do not say I am free of sin, but I am at peace with God through a slain Mediator; and I believe that there is no salvation but only in Christ. ↗

— Donald Cargill

#been #believe #bless #case #christ

Man hath still either toys or care: But hath no root, nor to one place is tied, but ever restless and irregular, about this earth doth run and ride. He knows he hath a home, but scarce knows where; He says it is so far, that he has quite forgot how to go there. ↗

— Henry Vaughan

#care #doth #earth #either #ever

You can't go." "Give me a reason why I shouldn't." "Because I'll miss you, damn it!" she hissed, splaying her arms. "Because what's the point in anything if you just disappear forever?" "The point in what, Celaena?" How could he be so calm when she was so frantic? "The point in Skull's Bay, and the point in getting me that music, and the point in... the point in telling Arobynn that you'd forgive him if he never hurt me again." "You said you didn't care what I thought. Or what I did. Or if I died, if I'm not mistaken." "I lied! And you know I lied you stupid bastard! ↗

— Sarah J. Maas

#sam #forgiveness

The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself a fool. ↗

— Anatole France

#fool #himself #knows #man #think

Hoist up sail while gale doth last, Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure. ↗

— Robert Southwell

#gale #hoist #last #man #pleasure

The vanity of teaching doth oft tempt a man to forget that he is a blockhead. ↗

— George Savile

#doth #forget #man #oft #teaching

The lady doth protest too much, methinks. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#lady #much #protest #too #too much

In the garden, the Captain of the Guard stared up at the young woman's balcony, watching as she waltzed alone, lost in her dreams. But he knew her thoughts weren't of him. She stopped and stared upward. Even from a distance, he could see the blush upon her cheeks. She seemed young—no, new. It made his chest ache. Still, he watched, watched until she sighed and went inside. She never bothered to look below. ↗

— Sarah J. Maas

#chaol-westfall #dreams

No matter what happens," she said quietly, "I want to thank you." Chaol tilted his head to the side. "For what?" Her eyes stung but she blamed it on the fierce wind and blinked away the dampness. "For making my freedom mean something. ↗

— Sarah J. Maas

#chaol-westfall #freedom